finding myself again…

I’m sitting here watching an old episode of Bones right now on Netflix, and I am watching Brennan struggle with her postpartum body, not feeling so good in her skin.

I’m watching her, nodding along, and it’s hitting home. I know exactly how she feels. Exactly how most of us feel after having a baby.

Just this morning, I grumpily threw on some clothes that didn’t make me feel good, and told myself I just wouldn’t take my jacket off until I got home.

Finding something to wear these days that makes me feel even halfway good in my skin is more difficult than getting 3 kids ready and out the door in under 15 minutes!

I have all of 4 outfits that feel ok enough to wear in public, and I rotate them through often. And every time I decide to try on something different from my closet, usually only because I haven’t done laundry recently enough, I end up practically in tears.

But you know what I’ve been noticing a little more with each baby that I have carried?

It’s not my body that I am upset with. It’s not my body that I feel uncomfortable in.

It’s the clothes I try to fit this new body of mine into.

Why do we shop and splurge even and buy ourselves cute clothes that make us feel great while we are pregnant, yet we basically punish ourselves afterwards by trying to shove our new bodies into our old clothes?

My body has done 3 amazing life-changing things in the last 4 years and yet, I keep expecting it to just forget all of that and go back to the way it was.

When I get out of the shower in the morning and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I see the work I have done. I see the love that has poured out of me. The pieces of my heart that are forever walking around on the outside.

I see power, strength, and yes… I even see beauty.

But then I go to the closet and try to find something to wear for the day.

I pull on a pair of maternity jeans still, because they are the most comfortable and forgiving, and then try to find a shirt that will not make me feel horrible and yet still allow me to nurse my sweet baby with ease.

Nothing works. Nothing fits. And I am so so grateful that it is winter now and cold, so I can hide behind sweatshirts, sweaters and jackets.

I hate that my clothes make me feel this way. I hate that I feel the need to punish this body of mine for what it has become, even though it has done the most beautiful and powerful things for my life.

I love my curves. I am proud of what my body has become. I am reminded every day when I look in the mirror of the journeys this body has carried me through and the amazing feats it has accomplished.

My body has grown three little people for goodness sake!

And yet this battle continues. And will continue each morning (until I win the lottery that I don’t play, that is!) as I keep telling myself that I need to change. That I need to try to be something that I was. And that I’m not really good enough until I fit that old, unforgiving mold.

I fight that battle that we all fight. And I don’t know where it really ends.

But I sure am looking to find that end. I want to honor this body that has done so much for me, not punish it.

I just wish I knew how.

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I loved that Bones episode! Such a great episode and really spoke to my heart and my feelings as a mom and a new mom at that. Just her whole transition as a mom has been fun to watch and I think that they have done a great job with that storyline.

It’s super hard from having the cute maternity clothes that you buy to fit your growing belly to after the baby is born and you have to attempt to fit in your old clothes that don’t fit or just don’t even fit you after you have your baby because you feel that your style has changed. I know for me after the third baby I wanted to change my style of clothing. I wanted to wear skirts, dresses and other things that just made me feel good as a woman instead of a mom. Thankfully when we went to America I was able get some stuff that made me feel good about myself as a mom and a woman.

Mela

This grandma thinks you are great. You have honored your body, three times.

Kelly

I wanted to wear yoga pants FOREVER after I had Keira :) But you’re right, it’s not about the weight or the size of your body. I bounced back to my “normal size” within two weeks, but I still just couldn’t stand to have anything tight or restricting on my tummy. I lived in yoga pants and nursing tanks for almost 6 months. Go with whats comfortable! Maybe Santa will bring you some gift cards to department stores ;)

Loretta E

Thanks for reminding me to get caught up on Bones! I love that show…

I totally get this! After having just one baby, it’s hard to adjust your thinking to focus on the good things my body has done, rather than compare it to the one I used to have.

I think they need to start having postpartum personal shoppers (but affordable…)! I know there’s some genius out there that has figured out what looks good, I just haven’t figured it out yet either.